The Rapering Part 9 (Ed)

Daterapeagon

    Spike knocked on the door and waited.  He was about to knock again, but he heard the distinctive sound of hooves approaching the door.  The door squeaked as it opened, and Spike had to strain his neck to look up.
    “Um, is Apple Bloom home?” he asked.
    Big Mac looked down at him.  He tried to have as stern a face as possible.  He wanted to seem as imposing and threatening as a big brother could possibly be.  Looking at this kid, he just couldn’t keep up the act.  He burst into laughter.  “Yeah, come on in,” he said.
    Spike followed Big Mac into the Apple family’s living room.  “Hey!  Apple Bloom!” he hollered up at the ceiling.  “Your boyfriend is here!”  He put the emphasis on “boy” in a childish and teasing sort of taunt.  There was the thundering sound of hooves running across the upstairs floor, then they descended the staircase.  There were so many of them, that there must have been at least two ponies, and it sounded like they were trying to jostle past each other.
    “Hiya Spike!” Apple Bloom called out cheerfully as she sprang out into the room.
    “Well now ain'tcha just precious!” Applejack said, pushing past her little sister.  “Look at you.  A little Casanova.”  Applejack noticed he was wearing his fancy, bedazzled bow-tie.  He also had a bouquet of flowers that he was trying to hide behind his back.  “Oh, I wish I had a camera.  HEY GRANNY!” she hollered into the parlor.  “Where’s the camera?”  AJ marched into the parlor.
    “Zzz huh wha?,” came Granny’s voice from the other room.  “Camera?  Where?  Cheeeeese!”
    “So...,” Apple Bloom said.  “Anyway.  I’m really excited about out play date, Spike.  Applejack even helped me fix my hair.”
    “Wow,” Spike sighed.  “I can see.”  Apple Bloom’s hair had been straightened out, then done up in loose, cascading curls.  It looked an awful lot like Rarity’s mane.
    “I like your tie,” Apple Bloom said.
    “Uh, thanks,” Spike blushed.
    “Well, can’t find it,” AJ said, walking back into the living room and sounding disappointed.  “Guess we won’t get pictures.  Well, anyway.  You two look cute as the dickens.  Sure wish I had that camera but I guess I’ll just need to remember.  Or maybe this is just the first of many.”
    “Applejaaaaaack,” Apple Bloom whined.
    “Oh, OK.  I’ll quit embarrassing you in front of your new beau.”  Apple Bloom fumed at hearing AJ say it like that.  “OK, OK, now git.  Don’t let us hold you up from your play date.  Be back before it gets dark.”
    “Eyup,” Big Mac growled.  Then he pointed a hoof into Spike’s chest.  “And you better take good care of my little sister.”  He couldn’t get it all out with a straight face, but started chuckling.
    Without a response, both filly and dragon left the house.  Apple Bloom let the screen door bang shut behind herself.  “Geez,” she said. “Sorry about that.  My big brother and big sister can be SO embarrassing.”
    “Don’t worry about it,” Spike said as they walked into town.  “They’re just messing with you.  Hey, I like your new bow.”
    “Why thankya kindly!” Apple Bloom couldn’t have been happier with the comment.  “I got it at Sweetie Belle’s sister’s place.  I got a discount on it cause we’re friends.”
    “Cool. Sounds like Sweetie Belle’s the kinda friend to have if you want to get favors from Rarity.”
    “Whaddaya mean?”
    “Nevermind.  C’mon, I’ve got the whole night planned out.”
    They first stopped for dinner.  It wasn’t a fancy dinner, just a fast food style joint.  But for a couple of kids, both out on their first date, it was rather exciting.  Apple Bloom told Spike that Applejack had given her twenty bits to spend on the night out.  Spike said not to worry about it, it’s a date after all, the man should pay.  Apple Bloom said it was only a play date, and AJ had given her the money anyway.  No, no, Spike insisted.  Paying for her meal would be the gentlemanly thing to do.  Apple Bloom said OK and accepted that, and Spike didn’t bring it up again.  He did, however, take a mental note that Apple Bloom’s hay fries cost a bit fifty.  And her vegetable-medley garden burger was three bits.  And the coke was another bit.
    After the dinner, they went out to the movies.  They wanted see the new big blockbuster that had just come out.  All the foals in town had been talking about it.  Spike got upset because they had raised the ticket price to nine bits.  They didn’t even charge less these days for kids - all tickets were nine bits.  Also, it was an extra two bits for the 3-D glasses.  Spike didn’t even like 3-D.  Apple Bloom cheerfully said that if he'd got two bits, then with her sister’s twenty they could get in.
    Spike, grumbling, paid for the tickets by himself.  Apple Bloom said she didn’t need any, but he bought them both some popcorn, extra butter, and a couple of cherry cokes.  They sat way up in front of the theatre so the screen would look that much bigger.  Spike was excited to see a preview for a movie version of a book that Twilight liked to read.  Apple Bloom nudged Spike and pointed at the screen emphatically when a preview for a western came on.  The main feature started, and every person in the theatre squirmed in anticipation.  About twenty minutes into it, however, Spike and Apple Bloom started getting distracted.  His hand and her hoof kept finding each other in the popcorn bucket.  His legs, and her hind legs, weren’t long enough to reach the theatre floor.  While they were swinging them back and forth, they kept coming in contact with each other.  So they started gently kicking each other, and nudging each other.  Halfway through, Spike stretched and put his arm around Apple Bloom’s shoulders.  By the third act, they had lost the plot completely.  They paid no attention to the film but each other.  At the big romantic scene, right before the big action scene, they turned to each other, leaned in close, and started rubbing their noses together while the actors on the screen kissed.  They giggled so loud the usher had to come by to shush them.
    The credits rolled, and they went running out of the exit doors, laughing for having gotten in trouble without any real consequences.  Apple Bloom noticed the time.
    “Hey, Spike, I better be gettin’ home soon.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” Spike said.  “But there’s something else I wanna do first.”
    “What’s that?” Apple Bloom asked.
    “It’s a surprise,” he said.
    Spike led Apple Bloom through the door of Sugarcube Corner.  “Surprise!” Pinkie Pie screamed as she led them over to the little table she had set up by the window.  “There isn’t a malt shop in town, or a soda fountain!  And that’s just a shame.  So when I heard you to were an item I just had to do this for you.”  On the table was a single enormous strawberry milkshake in a frosty old fashioned glass. There was a big mountain of whipped cream on top, topped off with a bright red maraschino cherry.  There were two straws on either side of the table.  “Aww, you two are so cute!  I wish I had a camera.  Well, I’ll leave you two love birds in peace.”  Pinkie trotted away.
    Spike and Apple Bloom drank their milkshake together.  Pinkie put an old rockabilly record on the old record player.  The sky outside the window turned all sorts of colors.  Once done, they thanked Pinkie and headed out the door.
    The two headed back to the Sweet Apple Acres, the sun having now dipped below the horizon.  Halfway there, Spike stopped and laid down on a low grassy bank along the side of the road.
    “Whatcha doing?” Apple Bloom asked.
    “Taking a break,” he said.  “C’mon, lay down next to me,” he patted the grass next to himself.
    “It’s getting late.  Shouldn’t we be getting back?”
    “It’s no big deal,” he said.  “We’ll get back soon.  Look, the stars are coming out.”
    Apple Bloom craned her neck up to look at the sky.  She could see the evening star above the western horizon.  She had just learned that was really a planet, not a star.
    “Okay,” she said, laying down on the grass next to Spike.  The sky wasn’t black yet.  It was just a really, really dark blueish-purple.  She scanned the skies looking for another new star.  It was hard to tell which were faint stars, and which were just the little dots that float in everybody’s eyes.  “Look,” she pointed, finding a new one.  “There!”  She closed her eyes and spoke out,  “Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.”
    Spike waited until she opened her eyes.  “What did you wish for?” he asked.
    “I can’t tell you, silly billy.  Then it won’t come true.”
    Spike waited another moment, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.  Apple Bloom had been looking at her star when her wish came true.  She blushed, grateful, but there was a chill breeze, and it was time to go home.  Before she could get up, Spike’s face appeared above hers and he kissed her on the lips.
    “Mmff,” the surprised Apple Bloom tried to speak.  “What are you doing?” she asked once he broke the kiss.  He didn’t answer her, but instead kissed her again. She raised up her hooves to push him off, but he instantly seized her by the ankles.  His claws were surprisingly strong.
    “Just kissing you,” he said when he stopped for a moment, then immediately kissed her again.
    “I don’t wanna, Spike,” she said, when Spike started kissing her cheeks and neck.
    “What do you mean you don’t wanna?” he asked.  “We’re on a date.”  He wouldn’t stop kissing her.
    “Stop it,” she yelled.  “No!”  She struggled hard, trying to throw his hands off her ankles.  For a moment, she actually managed to roll over so that she was on top, but then he quickly rolled over so that she was on the bottom again.  Just briefly she actually laughed, thinking this was some sort of wrestling game and she didn’t know what the rules were.
    “You owe me,” Spike growled and started kissing her neck again.  “Now lay still.”
    Apple Bloom laid still, suddenly afraid, shivering.  “What do you mean I owe you?”
    “I paid for everything.  The food.  The movie.  The shake.”
    “The shake was free,” Apple Bloom protested.
    “Well, it was my idea,” he barked at her.  Apple Bloom tried to pull her legs away, but his claws dug into her skin.
    “You’re hurting me,” she cried.
    “Shut up and stop whining,” he said.  “You’re killing the mood.  Just lay still and it won’t hurt.”
    Apple Bloom held still, and Spike’s grip started to loosen.  Big wet tears rolled down the side of her face.  Spike let go of her ankles.  Apple Bloom supposed she could have kicked him with her free front hoof, but she had never kicked anybody before.  She was a nice filly.  And besides, Spike was her friend.   Spike’s free hand was moving down her body, lower and lower.  It was sliding down between her legs.  “No!” she yelled.
    “Shut up!” he shot back in a hushed breath.  The claw on her front ankle dug so deep it was painful.
    “No!” Apple Bloom whispered, not wanting to make him angrier.  “No.  Please.  No.  No.  No.  No.  No.  No.  No.”  Spike was playing with her private parts.  He wasn’t supposed to touch them.  They were private.  Then he started playing with his his own privates.  He was rubbing it against hers.  It felt hot, like it was on fire.  She knew what he was trying do, but he was doing it wrong.  He was sticking it, painfully, in the wrong spots.  He was just trying to stick it in anywhere.  For a moment, she thought maybe he would give up.  “No,” she whispered.  “No, no, no.”
    Then she cried out loud.  There was a sharp, intense stabbing pain.  Spike was shuffling back and forth on top of her.  It was like the claws digging into her ankle, only worse.  Spike let go of her and put his hands into the grass for support.  The pain between Apple Bloom’s legs didn’t diminish or go away.  She was bawling now, sobbing out loud.  Still, Spike didn’t stop fucking her.
    Apple Bloom didn’t know why he wanted to hurt her so much.  She looked up into his face in the starlight.  He didn’t show a hint of remorse, in fact he was smiling, as if he were enjoying himself.  Apple Bloom shut her eyes and waited until it was all over.  All she could feel was the pain between her legs, and Spike’s rough scales on top of her, and the grass shifting beneath her.
    “Ooof,” Spike grunted, and came inside of her.  Apple Bloom felt the burning pain get hotter.  Spike seized Apple Bloom hard by her flanks, still beneath his hips, and held her there so she couldn’t move.  He set his head down on her chest and waited until he caught his breath.  They stayed like that for awhile, still connected, while tears fell from Apple Bloom’s tightly clenched eyes.  He couldn’t pull out yet, Spike knew.  That could be dangerous.  He knew he needed to let himself grow flaccid, let his spikes retract.
    Finally he was ready, and pulled out of Apple Bloom.  He promptly fell on his ass.  “Wow, that was worth it,” he said.  Apple Bloom rolled over, stood up, and promptly threw up her milkshake, popcorn, and cherry coke.  “C’mon,” Spike said.  “Let’s go, slow poke.  We’re going to be late.”
    Not much later they were back on the farm.  They were walking up the long driveway.  Apple Bloom could see her house up the way in the darkness.  She could see the big white moths dancing around the porch light.  As she knew she was approaching the end, she started to grow angry.  She started to become confrontational.
    “Why are you walking me home?” she asked Spike.  Her head was still held low in shame.  She couldn’t look at him.
    “Cause I told your family I would,” he said.
    “I’m going to tell them,” Apple Bloom said.  “I’m going to tell them what you did to me.”
    “Hmm,” Spike said.  “Naw.  I don’t think so.  You’re not going to tell them a thing.”
    “I will too.”
    “Nope,” he explained.  “Do you really think they want to know what you did tonight?”  She didn’t have answer to that.  “You think they’ll like to know their little sister is a slut?  You think they’ll want to know you lead guys on?  That you’re a tease?  Some kind of cheater who wants to renege her way out of what she owes?”
    Apple Bloom didn’t answer.
    “Nah, I thought not.”  Apple Bloom walked up on the porch and stopped.  Spike never climbed the steps.  “You won’t tell because deep down, you  know that everything that happened tonight is your own damn fault.”
    Spike turned and left her on the porch.  He heard the front door open up.  “Well now there you are, sugar cube!” he heard Applejack’s happy voice say.  “How was your big date with...” The door swung shut again, and all he could hear was crickets chirping.
    Spike took out a one bit coin - change from the theatre.  He absentmindedly flipped it through the air as he walked back to the library.